Isaiah 14:11

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Thy pomp is brought down to the grave, and the noise of thy viols: the worm is spread under thee, and the worms cover thee.

My mind reels, horror overwhelms me;
The twilight I longed for has been turned for me into trembling.

You who were full of noise,
You boisterous town, you exultant city;
Your slain were not slain with the sword,
Nor did they die in battle.

“They send forth their little ones like the flock,
And their children skip about.

So I will silence the sound of your songs, and the sound of your harps will be heard no more.

‘Whom do you surpass in beauty?
Go down and make your bed with the uncircumcised.’

Belshazzar the king held a great feast for a thousand of his nobles, and he was drinking wine in the presence of the thousand.

Do you put off the day of calamity,
And would you bring near the seat of violence?

“And the merchants of the earth weep and mourn over her, because no one buys their cargoes any more—

“Then they will go forth and look
On the corpses of the men
Who have

transgressed against Me.

For their worm will not die

And their fire will not be quenched;

And they will be an abhorrence to all mankind.”

“If I look for Sheol as my home,
I make my bed in the darkness;

“Drought and heat

consume the snow waters,

So does

Sheol those who have sinned.

If your hand causes you to stumble, cut it off; it is better for you to enter life crippled, than, having your two hands, to go into

hell, into the unquenchable fire,

So I will silence the sound of your songs, and the sound of your harps will be heard no more.